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Hoping to Get Snowed In
After nearly 11 months of first living on the road, then in a tent within remote areas of the country, and now in the confines of a small mountain town, I had almost forgotten what it was like to intermingle within a more bustling society. Cars honking their ... -
My Name is Mud
Mud; I really dislike mud and there I was standing upon a steep slope of oozing ground, now covered head to toe. I must have looked like Rambo. After spending a long weekend under the warm desert sun, I had found my way back into the San Juan ... -
There's Nothing to Fear...
“You want me to do what!?!” I only meant to think these words but somehow it slipped right out of my mouth. As we rode up on our mountain bikes to the start of a single-track ridgeline, my eyes darted from right to left looking at the narrow trail ... -
On the Road Again
You haven’t heard from me in awhile. That’s because, against most of my instincts, I moved to Colorado and started to lay down roots. Within a matter of weeks, I went from a dirtbagger to a weekend warrior, loving every minute of it.
"Been Camping, Have You?"
With the rolling green hills and overcrowded freeways now behind me, I found myself driving in the early morning hours along an empty two-lane highway with the sun barely peaking over the distant mountains. The landscape was vast, like that of the moon, and ...
Alone at Last?
My time in Ouray grew to a close more quickly than I expected. When I had set off on this leg of my trip I knew time might be an issue, as my traveling companion had to be back to his life by a certain date. Finding myself enamored with the Rocky ...
Rocky Mountain High
Bound for the majestic San Juan Mountains in southwest Colorado, all I could focus on was the destination. This is completely against the motto that I've clung to ever since my the infamous Albuquerque meltdown – it's the journey, not the ...
Trouble in Paradise
Heart in my throat, I grasped for anything I could. Bark crumbled in my hands and branches cracked as I attempted to hold on; I was running out of options as my feet continued to slip on loose rock and dirt. Too afraid to look behind me, I focused on Doug ...
Murphy's Law Comes Along for the Ride
After several nights of sleeping on the freezing ground, drinking icy water and shivering to sleep, we decided to head toward the bright lights and busy streets of Albuquerque. Having spent our final morning exploring the mystical depths of the Gila Cliff ...
How Low Can You Go?
The car was packed, dog loaded and tentative plans mapped out yet the reality of my newfound vagabond lifestyle had still not sunk in. Headed for Phoenix, I was making a brief stop to pick up Doug, my partner in adventure for the next couple of weeks. As I ...
Onward, Ho
Six months ago I was living in Baltimore after making a move 2,500 miles across the country away from my beloved west; leaving behind all that I had called home for most of my life. I was chasing a job as an outdoor educator for a highly acclaimed wilderness ...
